Today my world is one big poem and everywhere I look there's inspiration even some kid's dead kite trapped in a tree screams at me-- Look, there's no more help from the wind
Walking Gunnersbury Park I watch the Dogfather park up his white van walking forty poodles a day because their owners can afford to pay him while they get fat.
Perfect sadness awaits by the Orangery where exotic fruits once grew now elevated traffic roar from the motorway plays centre stage.